#lazlo's lulls

[lazlolullaby]

"Nurse" Terry AU

i mean a reboot of Terry Mcginnis being a home medical assistant for elder care.

Not the grimdark cop out twist, "lol Bruce was Crazy the whole time, the doctors were his rogues gallery" but. Mundane elder care for the man who fought too hard for this city to even consider he would live to old age. + Bonus medical support for the future Batfamily.

TL:Dr Terry as Alfred's successor. Caring of people that have made/continually make dangerous choices, dry wit, checkered past, willing to kill, etc. He just needs time to grow into it.

More details under the cut, accidentally evolved into a not fic:

Bruce already has a partial caretaker in Alfred, and he's not going to live forever, despite all of the fandom jokes otherwise.

I'm thinking Bruce is 70, so Dick and Barbara would be 50s, Jason and Cass 45, Tim, Duke, and Stephanie 40s, and Damian is 35. Titus was replaced with a few other service dogs before Ace.

Maybe it's like Batman Beyond where Bruce drove everyone away. Maybe the Golden Age of Heroes wound down, with his contemporaries either dying or leaving him alone to stand vigil.

Maybe it's not. When his kids are grown with their lives and vigilantes or not, they can't be there 24/7 for Bruce.

I prefer the Batfamily is around, just that they have their own lives. Someone is always in the Manor in the mornings, but when Vigilante things happen, someone has to be home to make sure Bruce doesn't go out as well.

Bruce, thanks to his vigilante history, has heart issues, bone and joint issues, canon Childhood PTSD compounding with complex Vigilante PTSD, and bad reactions to drugs and medications thanks to all of the Chemical Attacks.

Bruce is still good at his ADLs (Activities of Daily Life). Things like walking without assistance, eating, showering, putting on clothes, and going to the bathroom.

He's gotten denture implants and is doing physical therapy enough to walk with a cane. He can't open jars, but he can still zip and button.

He's retired but still runs the Cave. He's mostly fine, but sometimes the Bats see him struggle. Someone finds him at the bottom of the stairs, unable to get up and refusing to say when he fell. Dick puts his foot down when Bruce has a heart attack.

The batfamily makes up a rotation sheet, but it's not enough. Vigilante first aid is different from elderly medical aid. Not to mention the mental and emotional toll that it's taking, seeing their parent/leader disabled and crabby as hell.

(also. Untrained family members who care for Alzheimer's patients by themselves have a severe risk of cutting their life short due to stress. Use the insurance. Get help.)

So they get Bruce a fully trained nurse assistant to check in every other day for the midmorning and a first aid assistant for the night time. And they'll keep rotation at "vigilante time" 9-9. It's flexible, he doesn't need them all of the time.

So about Terry. Despite everything, it's still Gotham. His family was held up at gunpoint after a trip to the movies. The gun does go off.

But it's also a Gotham with several active vigilantes.

The response was quick enough that only Warren was hit, and the gun was knocked on the ground fast enough so Mary was physically fine. They get taken to the hospital. Mary might remember which vigilante. Terry might need to see pictures.

Warren's insurance plan with Wayne-Powers is pretty great, he's off on disability for a few months. And Mary is pregnant, so as she was progressing she can't lift or help with heavy things. Terry tries to help. He's getting well versed in getting snacks, waters, basic house chores done, but he's only 8. There's no grandparents or extended family to call.

So they apply for help. The insurance sends a home medical assistant to come around a few days a week. And Terry sees how much it helps. How much of a burden that it lifts, how everyone in the house can breathe a little easier. That sticks with him.

When the insurance runs out and they still need help, Mary calls the support card that the Vigilantes gave her. They get a second volunteer (maybe a cousin of his highschool group? Chelsea or Dana?) that also helps.

The worst is over, Warren is safely back to work + working from home to help out, Mary is fully recovered, and baby Matt is perfectly healthy.

And Terry is restless. Energy spent worrying about his family and taking care of them is churning in him. He's lost some time with his friends and is feeling isolated.

The cracks become apparent in the parents marriage, it gets tense at home.

The second volunteer comes around sometimes to babysit him and Matt while Mary and Warren are "working their relationship out". They tell him about the community center that sets people up with job training and temp healthcare jobs like this. Activities for the neighborhood kids after school.

Luckily and unluckily, that's where Terry gets recruited into the Red Hood gang.

Jason isn't really using kids for gang things. Well. Keeping them as look outs, making them deliver care packages to the homeless/protected witnesses, maybe ferrying a little naloxone here and there to his addiction rehab centers. They know what they're doing is illegal, but it also helps the community. Terry is pretty content with that most of the time. Most of the time.

And then Charlie had to get it in his head he's going "Big Time", riles Terry up, and make them go off plan.

Terry and Charlie get caught, they get booked in Juvenile hall. They don't say anything, don't reveal about Red Hood's movements. (Not that Jason would tell any kids anything like that.)

Terry got out, his parents officially split, he went with his Dad, his Mom took his younger brother. Now that he doesn’t have Matt, he can’t go back to his gang friends, his parents don’t trust him, people are hesitant to trust him, he’s getting frustrated again.

The Bats are also...more focused on the Gotham villainy side of things, not the company. Dick never got a business degree so he can't really do anything, not that he was interested, Jason is dead + his civilian alias is handling Crime Ally, Tim is burnt out of CEO duties and recovering in R&D, and Damian tried, but he was frustrated in following his father's footsteps, so that was stopped.

Derek Powers is still a thing but not all "glowy". Warren brought up the weapons file + discrepancy to Tim, so Terry's dad is safe (for now).

So Jason sees this kid who wants to help but just needs to be mentored and his act cleaned up. And Bruce, who's a little bit listless and needs a project that won't be too taxing.

So the Batfamily talks and throws them together.

BUT ALSO - fun storylines:

Derek Powers tries to kill Bruce through his medical assistants. He's a manipulator, also trying to get Terry for cheap, but Terry isn't biting. Terry checking the medicine before giving it to Bruce and finding it wasn't the usual. (Bruce knew, but he also wanted to make sure no one was slacking.) IDK if the day nurse/pharmacy tech got turned by Powers but Terry was planned to take the fall.

Bruce subtly training him in stealth tactics and strategy. The rest of the Batfamily getting in on it too.

Terry was able to clock that "Father Peterson", a pillar of the Crime Alley Community, was a civilian alias of Red Hood. (Peterson checked in on him in juvie. His foot stance is similar to Red Hood, the cadence when he's talking with his goons slips, their morals don't directly align but do intersect, people thought they were grudging allies, but if they're the same person it tracks.) Terry does further digging and connects the deceased Jason Todd-Wayne's old photos to Peterson, but realizes, "oh. There's reasons why he doesn't involve his rich family", and decides not to bring it up.

Maybe finding an actual CEO replacement for Wayne-Powers? Stephanie could pull a Cinderella rags to riches story. Or have the Fox family come back? Tam or Luke?

Terry following Bruce down to the Batcave a couple months in. "Sure. A nerd Collection." But not actually believing that it's the Batfamily base until he sees the collection of suits. When the family shows up after patrol he just shrugs, "you told me stick by him."

[lazlolullaby]

huh.

Kind of...want some backstory? Elaboration? There's a lot of ways to get to "my two loving husbands and one is a clone".

Does Vlad think so little of Jack that a "terrible" Jack for him is just a baseline clone and he didn't actually make a worse one? One with a bad temper or that has brain fog? Simulate a terminal illness?

(how do you make a person worse? in the aims of divorce? People deteriorate all the time from illness and marriages still last, what would Vlad consider a "final straw"? What does Vlad know/value about relationships?)

(joke answer: same error for Danielle happens with Jack. It's "Jackie" now and the hazmat suit still fits the same, and the kids have 2 moms.)

And now Vlad has a clone...how do we do the swap? Does he kidnap Jack and keep him in cryo? Throw him in the Ghost Zone? (honestly kind of want to see Jack meeting with Frostbite. Science Yeti's are fun.)

Was it just "swap" while Jack is working on his Ghost Portal? Or does Jack or Clone!Jack think he got trapped in evil Ghost Plasmius Lab and he had to "fight" to get out?

And if he sees the Clones of Phantom...does his Paternal Instincts kick in and rescue a teenager that looks like his son? Or do they both actually believe that they are the "real" Danny and Jack Fenton and team up to get out?

Or one or the other suspects that they're not actually "real" and is just putting up a front? (Jack knowing he's a Clone but also knowing he can't leave a defenseless teenager in the Lair of a Ghost. is killing me.)

But also after All of That, Jasmine opening up the house door, deep sigh. "Danny. Found out what Plasmius did."

Vlad clones Jack. His goal was to essentially make a shitty version of Jack to replace the real Jack, so that Maddie would leave him. Instead, he basically gave Maddie a second, just as loving husband, to dote on her.

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Geralt

"Are you certain about this?" Jaskier asked Geralt as the two of them boarded the carriage. The witcher being careful on his every move so as to not wake the sleeping infant in his arms.

"I have no other choice, this is my duty now," his voice sounded gruff and monotonous, but the bard can sense something else in Geralt's face. Jaskier was aware of his childhood, and a witness to the kind of life he has. Yet here they were traveling to a far off place with a six-month-old child.

"Do you even know how to take care of it?"

Geralt glared at Jaskier, as if he said something incredibly offensive, "It is a girl and her name is Cirilla."

Dandelion realized the witcher didn't like how he called the baby an 'it,' she's not some kind of an animal or object to be regarded as such, "Right. My apologies but...on a more serious note, what do you know about child rearing?"

That was a good question, before fleeing Cintra, the queen made sure they have everything they need: money, carriage, food, spare clothes for the baby. Providing is one thing, but taking care of a child is a whole different story, it's not just about feeding her or lulling her to sleep, although those are pretty challenging too, it's much, much more than that.

Jaskier was just as clueless as he was, the bard maybe the more sociable one but babies terrify him as well... apparently.

"I'll figure it out," Geralt finally said.

There was a long silence after that, Jaskier became surprisingly quiet. His eyes fixed on every scenery they passed by. He must be either exhausted or he didn't want to wake Ciri with his endless blaberring. It was a good thing though that Geralt's child surprise was still in deep slumber, the witcher studied her face, she looks ethereal, he thought. A clone of Pavetta the crown princess, her birth mother whom Ciri will never have the chance to get to know.

Geralt was an orphan too, he spent most of his growing years training, how to fight, how to fend for himself...that's all he knows. Looking at the baby in his arms, he felt different, he wasn't sure what it was. Perhaps fear of not being good enough? Strong enough to protect her at all cost?

His thoughts were distracted when the carriage abruptly stopped, he heard Roach neigh from outside jolting the three of them, Ciri who was clearly shaken started snivelling. "Oh gods she's awake now," Jaskier fretted.

"What the hell happened?" asked Geralt, he handed Ciri over to Jaskier, "W-What are you doing? I-I can't!" the bard tried to protest but Geralt insisted on handing the baby over to him.

"Stay here, I'll go check," the witcher stepped outside the carriage, "Lazlo, what's--"

Before the witcher could finish the sentence, he already got his answer. A group of soldiers from Nilfgaard were able to follow them without being noticed and now they are being surrounded. "Fuck," that was all Geralt could mutter under his breath. The first thing that went through his mind was Ciri, her wailing can be heard from the carriage and Jaskier was desperately trying to calm her down by humming a lullaby, "Shh...don't cry my little sweetheart, my radiant sun," the bard said in between his hums. It hasn't even been that long since they got her, but Jaskier, although nervous at his first babysitting task already accepted her and even came up with an endearment for baby Ciri. It would have been a touching moment had they haven't found themselves in a deadly situation.

"We know you have her," said one of the soldiers, "Surrender her to us and your lives will be spared."

"I am a knight of Cintra, therefore I only take orders from my queen," Lazlo replied sternly.

"Calanthe is dead."

For a moment, Lazlo and Geralt froze.

"Cintra is in the hands of Nilfgaard now, and there is no point in serving a leader who jumped off to her death...we are giving you a chance, hand us the child and you shall be pardoned by the emperor."

"Princess Cirilla is the rightful one to ascend the Cintran throne, I will protect our future at all cost!"

An adorable little darling...

The future of Cintra...

That's what Ciri meant to Jaskier and the people of Cintra.

But what was she to Geralt?

He got her by invoking the law of surprise, that was it. He challenged fate and if it can only talk it would probably say, "Joke's on you fucker! Here is your prize for being a dumbass!"

Lazlo charged first, Geralt followed soon after. Protect her, a voice seemed to whisper in Geralt's ears as the image of a sleeping Ciri appeared in his mind, a beautiful definition of tranquility. Somehow the witcher felt more fiery than ever, back then, he killed in exchange for money. Now it's entirely different, he fights for her peace and he will slaughter anyone who attempts to destroy it. None will be spared. Blood spilt at the snow covered ground as the knight and witcher slew one enemy after another, if there was one thing Geralt was sure of, it would be to keep this baby safe.

Soon, dead bodies lay on the ground. The knight and witcher were both catching their breaths after their two-men army stint, Geralt had few cuts and bruises but he was fine. On the other hand, sir Lazlo grunted, he had a deep cut on his side. Geralt quickly checked on him, "You need a healer," said he.

Lazlo shook his head, "I'm fine."

"You're losing blood!"

"Geralt?" Jaskier went out of the carriage with a sleeping Ciri in his arms.

"How's the princess?" Lazlo asked, trying to ignore the pain he was feeling.

"She's alright, quite a fussy baby I must say," the bard eyed on the knight's wound, "Yeah...we need to get you to a healer, problem is the next town is still quite far."

"I can handle myself," Lazlo insisted, "Her highness' safety is the most important."

It wasn't long after a portal appeared, dozens of Nilfgaardian soldiers stepped out of it. The three men looked at each other, they were already surrounded. "Great," was all Jaskier could mutter, "What now?"

Being a witcher he has already seen the many faces of terror, almost nothing scares him anymore except losing. Not a battle, but the thought of Ciri being taken away from him. He gripped the hilt of his sword tightly, there's no way in hell he'd surrender her to anyone, not even the most powerful...not even death. Geralt retrieved a bottle of elixir he always kept in his pocket and was about to drink it when another portal opened. Mousesack stepped out of it, he was battered and exhausted but nevertheless breathing. The witcher wasn't sure if he should be relieved or worried.

Mousesack wasted no time and uttered a spell blasting the group of enemies that were blocking the carriage, it took a chunk of his remaining energy but he was still willing to fight. The rest of the group charged, Geralt finished an entire bottle of elixir and in a matter of seconds, his golden eyes turned pitch black, veins became visible around them, he became a completely different person. "Get back to the carriage!" he growled at Jaskier, the latter did what he was told. The trio fought their hardest, making sure no one gets near Jaskier and Ciri, but among the three, Geralt was the only one who was still in his best condition. Lazlo's wound was making him slower, and if Mousesack overexerts himself it would cost him his life. He was determined to end this shit once and for all.

But Mousesack had other plans...

He uttered a spell and created a barrier thus preventing the enemies from attacking, "What are you doing?!" Geralt grew concerned, "It will consume every bit of your remaining strength!"

"Nilfgaard will never stop until they get what they want! They'll keep sending their troop until all of us are killed! I wish I could still open a portal, but I no longer have enough strength to do that, this is the best I could do."

The witcher's mind raced, he cannot let anything happen to Mousesack and Lazlo.

"The barrier won't last that long," he warned, "You must leave at once!"

"But--"

"Make haste witcher!" Lazlo urged, "Mousesack and I will buy you as much time as we can."

Geralt wanted to argue, he wanted to stay and help, but at the same time he can't risk the baby's life...it was a dire situation and it frustrates him because he could only choose one, "Take care of Ciri...she's yours," Mousesack told him, "Now go!"

Geralt sprinted and boarded the carriage once more. Roach understood that it was time to leave, they sped off, as fast as they can. The witcher gave Lazlo and Mousesack one last glance as if to say goodbye to the two and thanked them for everything.

They journeyed for days, weeks, stopping by inns to rest. Going to markets to purchase supplies for the baby and making sure they never run out. Travelling with an infant was probably harder than fighting an army sent by an insane emperor. Good thing an elderly lady from one of the inns they stayed at was kind enough to show them how to bathe, feed and change nappies properly. Somehow, Geralt and Jaskier were getting a hang of it...but just like any other babies, there were days (and nights) when Ciri was just too much to handle.

"Melitele this child of yours Geralt!" Jaskier complained, "I haven't had any decent sleep for so long that I already look older than I actually am."

It was already late at night, and Jaskier had been trying to put her to sleep by singing that lullaby he sang to her for the first time, but it didn't work, Ciri wouldn't stop squalling. Heavens if the owner and other guests weren't terrified of Geralt they would have been kicked out by now. "Barely a year old and she's already manifesting signs," he grumbled as he placed the child in the witcher's arms, it was his turn to watch her. The witcher gently rubbed Ciri's back while looking at the bard quizzically.

"What signs?"

"She's becoming your child version, I mean look at her! She already perfected your scowl it's scary..." Jaskier shuddered, "But at least she's adorable."

Geralt sat on his bed, his back rested against the wooden head board and placed Ciri on his chest, one hand supporting the lower half of her body, the other stroking her golden strands. The infant started to calm down as she snuggled to the warmth of his body, it didn't even take long when she dozed off. Jaskier's mouth hang open, he had been stressing out all night and here Geralt was doing it so effortlessly.

"Maybe she's fed up hearing your voice," Geralt teased.

"That's not true!" Jaskier protested, "Everyone loves my voice and my ballads, you have a horrible taste for music!"

Jaskier lied down on his bed and wrapped himself in his blanket, "Now if you'll excuse me I shall be having my beauty rest, and you put her to sleep from now on!"

The night was calm, just as Geralt wanted it. A time where he could just lie down and appreciate the blissful silence before another chaotic day begins. He has been keeping still so as to not wake Ciri, he didn't mind. In fact he grew fond of watching her sleep, he'd often wonder what babies dream about? If they have any.

So much have changed eversince he decided to claim Ciri, back then he had always felt something missing. A void that could not be filled, he was lost and restless...a dear friend was able to fill that whole at some point but she ended up hating him, he was basically fucked up. With Ciri, everything fell into place, she was the light in his dark, shitty life. Tiny hands holding his assured him that there will be better days, emerald eyes looked up to him full of wonder and then her lips would break into the most beautiful smile he'd ever seen...and just like that...his heart was full.

Indeed she was a magical baby.

The witchers were glad and relieved when they finally arrived at Kaer Morhen, it was the place Geralt chose to keep Ciri. It wasn't exactly the most child-friendly environment, but he could trust them, she'd be safe here.

"Well what do you know? The son of a bitch is alive!" Lambert was the first to welcome him.

"Where the hell have you been?" Coën asked.

Geralt eyed Jaskier, the latter seemed nervous but he assured that they wouldn't slaughter him, "It's a long story."

"It's a long winter, we have plenty of time to talk about it," said Vesemir, his eyes went on Jaskier, "And...you're with company."

"Everyone this Jaskier, a friend of mine," Geralt introduced the bard to everyone.

"Bestfriend," he corrected. Geralt rolled his eyes but didn't say anything.

"What about the little one?"

Ciri who had been so engrossed at "eating" her hands looked up to the witchers, Geralt and Jaskier grew worried that she'd cry at the sight of the horrifying-looking witchers but were surprised when she beamed and started blabbing gibberish, as if trying to introduce herself. Geralt chuckled, the rest found themselves smiling at the sweet baby girl.

"This is Cirilla," Geralt proudly introduced, "She's mine."

Vesemir and the other witchers knew about his child surprise, but the way he said it meant that she's more than just a child bound to him by destiny. Geralt and Ciri share a bond that no one can ever break, and they will always be a part of each other. Always.

And they understood that.

Vesemir held Ciri's tiny hands, "We are pleased to have you here Cirilla," said he, "Welcome to the family."

Mine by: Iris

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Your girl's been obsessing over The Witcher fan arts and fanfiction (y'all are seriously talented!), it inspired me to write another Witcher ff aaaaaaand I am happy that season 3 is in the works.

P.S. I'm considering making a separate blog for my fanfics, idk...maybe I would.

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Happy birthday Veronica!

Could I request numbers 10 & 20 from the kinky prompt list for Laszlo please? I imagine them just going to bed or just waking up, maybe one of them read something about it (or tantric sex if you know it)? Thank you x

Love of My Life [Dr Laszlo Kreizler x Reader ]

Word count: 1.5k

Warnings: smut, tantric sex

A/N: this came out really small but somehow I poured my heart into it. I hope you'll like it. I just want this man happy.

You woke up slowly as you stirred in your position, you rested your head on the pillow soon realising it was too early even if the room was kept dark from the heavy curtains the silence surrounding the place gave away that feeling of time.

The soft morning breeze telling you it would be a temperate day finally. You tried to doze off again, you needed it, you needed to rest because you know the day ahead would be full and you should avoid to think about it.

Plans to meet with Sara, also organising something for next Opera night, probably having to pay a visit to Violet to see how’s the baby.

You shivered as you felt your husband's lips rest against your shoulder blade, his fingertips caressing on your arm making shapes over your exposed skin. You always slept naked, it was a non displayed rule you agreed upon, you begun on your wedding night and it slowly became an habit.

Laszlo was a passionate lover in his own way, he was often insecure about his body, about the way it presented itself, but he loved you deeply and it showed in the absolute veneration he had for your body.

You were his reason to smile, to be patient, to be a better man and a better lover. You brought hope not his life, light into his darkness, courage where there used to be fear.

His mind was devoted to you, his heart tied to the solace you only could provide, and even more, his desire was doomed by you.

There wasn’t a day, a moment, a night where he didn’t wish to touch you, own you, fill you. Many people relied on cocaine or opium while he relied solely onto your welcoming presence.

You closed your eyes as his fingers moved over your stomach slowly making circles up to your breasts, slowly cupping one as his thumb played with the nipple. You shivered as you felt his lips behind your neck now, you enjoyed those touches, not daring to speak up as his touches were so delicate in a very dangerous line between relaxing and sexual.

Your skin trembled underneath him, he knew you were awake but nevertheless he took his time, his hand slowly making its way down again, caressing your abdomen then up toying over your hipbone and above your thigh. It was almost exasperating the way he was making the desire take over you.

You let out a breathy gasp when he finally dared to touch between your thighs, slowly tracing your slit like he didn’t know exactly where to go.

Your wetness already evident as he collected some of it spreading it above your clit beginning to rub you. A soft moan escaping you as he was so sapiently moving his fingers across your slit.

Truth was that he loved to touch you, sometimes he wouldn’t go this far, he would keep brushing his fingers along your body like he was blind and in need to discover you. You’d wake up in the middle of the night as your body would react to his slow inspections, sometimes you’d desire to feel him move to caress between your legs like now, but most of the times he’d just keep exploring every shape of you, the touch lulling you back to a sleep made of desire and expectation that would often follow you until the very morning.

But this morning wasn’t one of those, the light of the rising sun still faint, the sleep still confusing your mind as his fingers guided you to a new place of pleasure.

You felt him rest his chest against your back, his heartbeat melting with yours while his fingers buried inside you deeply and begun to stretch you sapiently.

He was so slow, part of your brain was screaming for him and the other part was completely overwhelmed and wanted his dear attentions to last for ages.

Still, you didn’t need to speak, your body was enough talkative to him.

You felt him pull his fingers out and move your thigh while pushing inside you with that same slowness like he wanted you to count every inch.

Your legs shook as his hot breath hit your neck when he groaned.

“Mein Liebling”

His words shot electricity down your spine as you moaned softly resting your hand over his thigh loving every attention you got.

You trembled as he knew perfectly his way around you, he guided your pleasure like a director guides the orchestra.

He went slow, he stretched every part of you as you moaned against the pillow, your back trembling lightly as his hand traced onto your lower abdomen  pushing lightly to make you feel him even more.

Your body was demanding against his, instinctively pushing your ass more toward him as his head nested between your shoulder and back, his teeth grazing your skin with tempting bites and kisses knowing every mark he will leave will be hidden by those covering Victorian clothing you had to wear daily.

To make love with Lazlo was like experiencing yourself twice both through your feelings and through him, because this wasn’t just sex, this felt like God’s creation, like the first day on earth of Adam and Eve, the world is still sleeping and you’re already at it.

A whimper followed your thoughts as his hand rested onto your chest once more and graced it with his skilled touch, his low groans alone making you wetter and needier by minute. Your heavy breaths and the sloppy sound of your sex the only noises filling the room. Once again his hand was there to blissfully touch you gracing in front of your joined bodies to stimulate you.

“Laszlo”

You moaned turning around lightly to look at him for the first time.

You didn’t need to look to know it was him, but the moment you found his dark lids staring back at you pouring desire like boiling ink, his lips on your shoulder as he leaned over you to share a kiss you, then you started trembling. He knew what it was happening, his lips parted as your tongues met, your upper leg raising to give him more room as a feeling similar to the need to go to the bathroom raised into your core.

He didn’t stop, his hand holding onto your thigh as he guided your orgasm with his sex, you squirmed underneath him, the pleasure taking over slowly and deeply like the encounter you were having, tearing you apart piece by piece. A mixed sense of urgency taking over you as you wanted to amplify it immediately but he forbid you so.

Your nails sinking into his thigh as you pulled back from that kiss, a single stand of saliva still joining you as the moan that came out from you was almost not natural as your thighs convulsed like your body trying to escape itself. That orgasm crashing over you like a wave and taking time to die out like it needed the same amount of time that it took to blossom to leave you.

When the pleasure was over you didn’t realise if Laszlo came inside you yet, too much wetness too much sensitivity in you, the dizziness forbidding any reasonable thought through you.

But you did’t worry about that, he wouldn’t come out of your body until it became strictly necessary.

“Love of my life” he whispered and you smiled at him from your overwhelmed state, his lips resting onto your neck as he hid there, your hand lazily moving behind you onto his cheek sliding through his already messy hair, his beard soft against you as he pushed his shoulders together like he was tying to hide against you.

The silent plead coming from him.

Never let me go.

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Strangers

Patron-voted fic of my D&D beeflings! Read the previous comic and the first comic for this series for context!

On AO3

Clang.

Clang.

Clang.

The zinging cadence of his hammer hitting a new blade usually tempers his fraught emotions and lessens their intensity. The rhythm and beat usually calms him, the heat of the furnace and the steady drip of sweat as well. Except his heart thunders on and his breathing remains irregular and his eyes sting—not from stray embers or errant drops of perspiration—and his agitation grows.

It grows so powerfully that he miscalculates and swings his hammer much too harshly, breaking the blade he was trying to fashion which frustrates him further and he throws down his tools with a clatter, pressing the gloved heels of his hands to his brow.

Lazlo.

Tuhka releases a trembling breath.

Barely a day had passed since he had regurgitated all of the regret and agony of his childhood friend’s death right into said friend’s face before gracelessly fleeing, the bitter taste of tears still on his tongue and Lazlo’s look of resounding disbelief haunting him even here in the safety of his forge.

It wasn’t fair.

Why must he have been forced to carry the burden of grief and guilt for so many years? All those moments of remembrance, thinking of a friend—the only one he ever had— ripped away from the world much too soon, endless nights of pain and suffering, wishing he’d been taken instead...and for what? Lazlo was alive. Had been for perhaps as long as Tuhka had grieved his loss.

How much hatred—or worse, indifference—must Lazlo have harboured to fail in seeking Tuhka out...to reassure him, to reunite with him, to talk with him. They had been family.

Tuhka wrenches off his gloves and tosses them to the side, stalking towards the entrance of his smithy for some air, unable to concentrate anymore on his craft. His hands shake when he grasps the wrought iron gate.

A sound distracts him for a moment, one that carries over on the salty evening breeze that cools the sweat of his brow. Gravel crushed underfoot. It’s gone in an instant and even with his sharp hearing, Tuhka strains to listen for something further, ears swivelling in the hopes to catch it.

It doesn’t take too much investigation to track down the source of the sound once he decides to; a dark figure perched somewhat dejectedly on a boulder that offsets a scenic cliffside path Tuhka often takes to clear his head.

“You didn’t waste your grief, if that’s what you’re bothered about,” the figure says.

Tuhka’s breath leaves him in a rush as he’s met with a familiar blue gaze. He feels pulled forward by some invisible thread and settles himself on the far edge of the same boulder, leaving a bit of distance between them.

Lazlo sighs, drops his head into his hands. “When you left that day and never came back, I...believed you’d abandoned me, that you’d made good on your promise—”

“That was a child’s threat, I never meant to—” Tuhka began, needing to explain despite the betrayal he felt, still very fresh, that had upended years of mourning.

The other tiefling shook his head, dropping his hands away from his face and letting them fall to his lap. “I made a terrible decision, I paid for it,” the spectral left hand twitches and Tuhka notices it properly for the first time, heart squeezing despite everything and mind filling with more questions, “and I...went away for a long time. I didn’t think to look for you...I thought you despised me.”

He releases a mirthless laugh. “I don’t think I would’ve found you anyway. I’d have been looking for someone...quite different.”

Tuhka swallows hard. “I’ve...probably grown a bit since you last saw me.”

This startles a small, but real, laugh out of Lazlo, even if it does sound a little wet.

After a pause, Tuhka gathers strength from the stars and attempts to keep his voice steady. “That day...I went back for you. I did. I wasn’t going to, I was about to start a new life away from those bloody mines and I was so angry with you that I hoped you would stew in them forever...but then I remembered you wanted to get out just as desperately as I did and we swore to do it together so I went back to fetch you.”

Tuhka didn’t dare raise his eyes to Lazlo’s face, staring intently at his own hands grasping his knees even though the image was beginning to waver and blur.

“It was snowing and freezing and I walked through it without stopping, thinking that I would see you soon and whisk us away to a better place, until I saw the smoke from over the hill and I knew you’d gone ahead with our plan without me,” Tuhka let out a shuddering breath, “they said you got crushed in the tunnel along with that bastard foreman. Don’t remember much of what happened after that...just that I’d gone to fetch you and came back empty-handed.”

Tears flowed freely, despite previously believing he had run out of tears to shed. From the corner of his eye he noticed Lazlo wipe his face with a pure, white square of cloth.

“Told you the truth though…” Tuhka continued, after a none-too-discreet sniff, “mourned you like a piece of me had died. Couldn’t think of much else for a good few years,” He runs a forearm over his face roughly and finally turns to Lazlo, raw and exposed, “I would’ve looked for you in a heartbeat if I’d known you were alive. I would’ve.”

Lazlo lets out a sound like an animal in pain, fresh tears rolling down his cheeks that he no longer tries to wipe away. “I didn’t know...I didn’t know— I mucked up my plan and ending up losing everything, I— I was trapped for years without knowing how much time passed, I was...I was isolated from the outside in a way you won’t be able to understand but you must believe me, I never wanted to lose you—”

That final crack in Lazlo’s voice is what forces Tuhka to move closer and wrap an arm around his shoulders, mumbling soothing words until the sobs that wrack Lazlo’s frame subside. It reminds him of when he was younger—and much smaller—when Lazlo would do the same for him after a tumble, a run in with the awful foreman, or when overcome with a sadness he couldn’t understand, much less explain. Lazlo would have been there to comfort him, always.

As if hearing his thoughts, Lazlo lets out a tremulous sigh. “...Tables have turned, hm?”

Tuhka makes a tentatively amused sound in response. There is a whirlwind of emotion to wade through, but he can take this moment just to experience how real and solid Lazlo is. That he’s back.

“A right pair of bellends we turned out to be,” he ends up saying.

“Quite.” Lazlo sniffs, but there’s a small, albeit watery, smile on his lips as he straightens out of Tuhka’s one-armed embrace, and Tuhka tries not to let the empty feeling that remains affect him too much.

Something that has been niggling in the back of Tuhka’s mind takes on more force and the reason finally dawns on him.

“You sound different.”

Lazlo finishes wiping his face with a fresh, white handkerchief and makes a noise, muffled by the fabric.

“Yes, ah...I trained out the accent I used to have and replaced it with a new one.”

Tuhka blinks. “What’s wrong with your old accent? That’s the accent I have! I got it from you!”

“I needed to, ah...move in higher circles of society and I couldn’t very well sound like a common miner, could I?”

Tuhka opens his mouth to argue, a nostalgia for their juvenile arguments filling him in a split second, but Lazlo interrupts, “You know, we don’t have to speak Common if you’d prefer.”

They fall back on Infernal so naturally that Tuhka has to swallow a lump in his throat and keep the waver out of his voice. He never thought he would have this again. He’s a little rusty and out of practice but that doesn’t seem to matter in the moment—it’s like they’re back in the mines, speaking their language out of earshot of the foreman, making plans for the future in a world that was all dreams.

Tuhka tells Lazlo how he adopted Ooria (and not the other way round as she claimed to recall) and how she had helped him find his true self. He tells him about his work, his smithy and how he made a home on this cliff by the ocean. He doesn’t talk about the painful things, like crying himself to sleep every night for years from missing him, or the search for his adoptive mother who was now lost.

Lazlo talks about— what Tuhka suspects is— superficial milestones, his expertise in identifying gemstones, the places he’s visited and the night skies he has lain under and commemorated on his skin. Tuhka notices the glittering constellations peeking out of Lazlo’s clothes and his heart thumps, wanting to ask what made them special enough to wear permanently but he stops himself...still feeling like a stranger. There’s an undercurrent of darkness in Lazlo’s vague statements, of secrets untold, and Tuhka is slightly surprised by a keen disappointment that bubbles within him at not being trusted with them.

There’s a lull in conversation, an impending finality that Tuhka does not appreciate. He refuses to remain a stranger as well, which prompts him to realise that he hasn’t even properly introduced himself yet.

Feeling bold, he holds a hand out in the human way. “Tuhka Turunen.”

Lazlo’s gaze lands on the proffered hand and then flickers up to Tuhka’s face, seeming to weigh his options. He breathes out a laugh and leans forward, ignoring the hand to press his forehead slowly but firmly against Tuhka’s in customary tiefling fashion. An echo of the greeting they shared when they first met as children.

“Lazarus Astrophel,” whispers the tiefling formerly known as Lazlo.

Tuhka smiles. “Nice to meet you, Lazarus.”

They part and Lazlo—Lazarus—clears his throat, “My close acquaintances sometimes call me Laz. You may do so, after all we’re—” a beat of hesitation, “—old friends.”

His vibrant blue eyes are on Tuhka, almost as if expecting him to disagree. Tuhka doesn’t.

“Laz,” he says, smiling, “lot less likely to get mixed up with that.”

The sea breeze sighs around them, ruffling hair and clothing. Tuhka watches as Lazarus gets to his feet.

“It’s late. I should be going.”

Panic flickers through Tuhka. “You’re leaving?”

“I have business in town for a day or two, I’m staying at an inn there...The King’s Cushion?”

Tuhka nods, recognising the name. He gets to his feet as well, unintentionally towering over Lazarus.

“Stars...I don’t know if I’ll ever get used to that.” Lazarus grimaces.

“You’re welcome to visit,” Tuhka blurts out, trying to keep any semblance of desperation out of his voice and getting the impression that he failed, “you wanted to commission something, we can talk about that whenever you like.”

After a moment of confusion, Lazarus’ expression clears. “Ah, right, yes, that was what got us into this mess in the first place, wasn’t it? Yes,” he smiles, “I’ll keep that in mind.”

This time when he leaves, it’s with a lot less anger than moments after their first confrontation only days ago, and with a promise to come back. They had once shared everything, even their deepest desires. Now, after fifteen years apart, they’ve become completely different people—the fact that Lazarus came here, willing to talk, making promises to return even if there’s a chance he may not keep them...it’s a start. And that will have to be enough for now.

Tuhka sits back down once Lazarus has vanished from sight down the path and gazes up at the same stars he had begged night after night to return his best friend to him.

He thanks them for listening.

[lazlolullaby]

Neat!!! Time to give her a very inaccurate water deer!!! With the fangs! https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Water_deer

I'm very tired.

Does Adira have a fancy horse or ride animal? 'Cause I kinda want to go Ghibli (princess mononoke style) and give her a Really Big Deer for the Really Big Lady. (Hector got his continentally inaccurate bearcats!)

No, she doesn’t canonically have one. The only time we see her ride anything was in the 25 Years Ago when she’s leaving the Dark Kingdom on horseback (and we never see that horse again) and in the finale when she’s on Hector’s rhino with him.

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@pluviacuratio​  said:  " i'm not letting you sleep on the couch. come on. get under the blankets. "

               He hesitates briefly at her suggestion, considers the implications with a clinical tilt of his head--  before he decides to let the fluttery feeling in his stomach remain unchallenged.  With all the grace of a drunken stickbug, Lazlo flops onto the bed and crawls beneath the covers.

               ❝ Not drunk, ❞   he says, cheek smushed against the pillow, and to his credit his words don’t slur in the slightest.  There’s a hint of rum on his breath, one that he’s too sluggish and sleepy to think about combatting with toothpaste at the moment, and he resigns himself to her bed with a soft grunt that sounds both irritable and relieved.   ❝ There’s a cute tiki bar across the road, I wish you’d come with me. ❞

                His eyes are closing, the warmth of her blankets and her reassuring presence lulling him into the foggy feeling in his head.

               ❝ Hey, Belle... ❞   he murmurs, voice thick and low, a croon against the cool linen.  In his totally sober mind, he wouldn’t have thought to ask what he’s currently about to:   ❝ When are we gonna stop screwing around ‘n’ just...  I dunno, goonadate... ❞   On the very cusp of sleep:   ❝ I clean up good, you know.  Promise I won’t wear that shirt you hate... ❞

[lazlolullaby]

Slight sonic 3 spoilers...and also Family analysis.

Now that the movie is out and we have "concrete" (well. More like chicken wire that's gonna get built up.) evidence of where Shadow came from. Just wanted to say:

I was Genuinely Worried that Just Because they're both Hedgehogs, Sonic + Shadow would "somehow" be related. (For example, Distant uncle, both of them being Ultimate Lifeforms, or created by the Chaos Emeralds etc.) Because of emphasis on "family" in this whole series.

Also I now realize this is contrary to Everything that the movies say about Family. No one is a traditional "nuclear" family here.

Sonic + Longclaw weren't related but he still loves her. Team Sonic were all adopted.

Tom + Maddie don't need to have a bio kid to be "official", (Tom has living off screen brothers idk if that counts), Maddie has her sister and niece, Rachel + Jojo are officially a blended family with Randall.

we don't know the deal for Tails parents, Knuckles Had a father but he's gone. Maria just had Gerald, no mention of parents. Eggman was an orphan but got Gerald back...and it didn't turn out well.

The only actual blood family that shows up a lot is Wade's. And that's a mixed bag with Wendy being nice, Wanda being rowdy, + Pete being a criminal mess. So it's basically a divorced family + showing how a family can grow up but still stick together...that's maybe another reason the Knuckles series doesn't mesh as well with the movies?

And they all show that families come in different forms. That's... really neat.

[lazlolullaby]

Finding wonderful art with delicious tea? Double win!

Got the boy!!! Man, the inside of the bag is coated with cinnamon dust! I really love the different ingredients this has, it's got great visual interest.

Also in the spirit of science! I did an experiment! Gunpowder tea is a green tea that needs to be brewed at 175, and the black teas for the chocolate and cinnamon need to be at 212.

The one on the left: 3 minutes at 212 degrees F ended up being super chocolatey with a taste of cinnamon at the end.

The one on the right: 3 minutes at 175 degrees F had a lot more cinnamon and pepper flavor.

Conclusion: wonderful tea, fabulous art, and a fantastic person made this possible!

Thank you!

[funkymbtifiction]

Strange the Dreamer (Quick Types)

UNOFFICIAL TYPINGS BY: electraspectra 

Sarai (INFP) Despite living in an environment where she has been taught to hate humans, Sarai feels the need to not hurt them and defies Minya even if it means seclusion and disownment. Minya also fails to manipulate Sarai’s emotions by appealing to her guilt because SArai is quite fixated on her personal beliefs and would never do anything she isn’t comfortable in doing (fi). Quite idealistic, Sarai has impossible dreams and feels limited by being trapped inside the citadel. She lives her life through others dreams and used unique ways to torture them. Unlike Minya, Sarai is not practical about the hatred that she receives from them and hopes that someone will love her despite her being a godspawn (ne).

Ruby (ESFP) Ruby wants to live in the moment. She is bored by the monotonous routine of the citadel and looks forward to new experiences. Such as good food or kissing a boy. She is so keen on testing her sexuality, that she even goes about kissing ghosts. She also starts an affair with feral just to enjoy what little time she has left before the humans kill her. Often described as passionate and impulsive, Ruby is a text book ESFP (Se). While Ruby does whatever she pleases, she is not very perceptive of how others feel. Its evident from her inability to realize that sparrow has feeling for Feral which apparently everyone else does. (Fi) Ruby knows that one days humans will come for them (ni) and she bluntly admits and accepts this as a fact (the)

Minya (ESTJ) Minya’s primary focus is on taking revenge and her every move is dominated by this desire no matter the cost. Even at a young age, Minya’s only concern about the other godspawn’s powers is related to how they can be used against humans. She doesn’t mind hurting others if it gets the job done I.e. messing with Sarai’s lull, guilting her unto fighting and isolating her. (Te). Like her body that refuses to grow up, Minya is also overly focused on the past. Her past experience has moulded her entire perspective on humans and she refuses to believe that things can be changes. She is among the most realistic of them and knows what needs to be done to protect themselves. (Si). Underneath all her control issues and hatred, Mina blames herself for the death of thirty godspawns and holds herself responsible for not saving more of them. This guilt is buried deep and she uses it as fuel to fire up her hatred. (Fi). Minya can be creative while coming up with ways to fight and protect themselves. She has multiple plans that could work and she sees the bigger picture better than any of the others.

Sparrow (ISFJ) Sparrow is the kind nurturing girl who uses her powers to take care of others. She often gives them special gifts and tries to be as forgiving and understanding as she can. (Fe-si) She is aside from Minya, the only godspawn who doesn’t seem to mind the routine of the citadel. (Si)

Lazlo Strange (INTP)

Lazlo figured out the secret of turning lead to gold through a book of fairytales using logic and imagination though he can’t really pin point how. (Ti-ne) Aptly referred to as the dreamer, Lazlo has a great imagination and is fascinated by new ideas. That’s one reason why he loved the library. He uses the information from the books about weep to make sense of its existence and dreams of visiting it someday (ne). He is also quite intuitive and closely estimates the problem of week by making metaphorical connections from the book of poems and prophesies. He has a dark sense of humour and often cracks sarcastic jokes (ti)  Lazlo is also quite charming is also quite understanding when it comes to Sarai and Eril fane. Both have done unforgivable things but he amends his perspective by putting himself in their place. He is optimistic and like Sarai, like to believe that people are inherently good. (Fe-ne)

Note: Feral is probably INFJ and Thyon Nero is ExTJ

[lazlolullaby]

Terry McGinnis: Talk! What did you do to the cookie recipe! I got the chocolate chip walnut down but the other one is killing me!

Alfred Pennyworth, undisturbed: I don't know what you mean. It's all written down.

Terry: yes, in metric, and the eggs were weighed to the miligram for some reason! I chilled the dough, rolled them, chilled again to stop spread. I accounted for the Manor's colder ovens too!

Alfred: ...you said tea cookies, yes? Shortbread sandwiches with strawberry preserves?

Terry: yes. Bruce still talks about them. He can't make them either.

Alfred: Well. Even Master Bruce never quite understood the precision of proper British baked goods. Come along.

*opens up a pantry. Hands Terry a package of Jammy Dodgers*

Alfred: I suppose you will have to do legwork into an international market and research if any brands survived or changed their recipes for the next fifty years.

Terry: I'm going to go back to the future, resurrect you, then kill you.

[lazlolullaby]

Zak but when people ask why he can control Cryptids like Kur does he says:

"Kur gave me those superpowers."

"what."

"Yeah so. When your family dedicates their lives to understanding and protecting Cryptids, the whole Evil God of them tends to take notice. Apparently it thinks we're combination priests and emissaries and deserved a power boost."

"huh."

"My Mom can survive in extreme conditions for way longer than she's supposed to. My Dad can instantly figure out the mechanics and exact biology of a cryptid by looking at it. He says it's just years of experience but I don't know who he's trying to fool. My Uncle can befriend any cryptid in like, two seconds."

"no kidding."

[lazlolullaby]

Ok read this first, outlining the Night Fury as a Dragon eating species: https://www.tumblr.com/mist-the-wannabe-linguist/748455280269000704?source=share

Tl:Dr Night Furies / Deathgrippers / other Dragons that Eat Dragons have an ecological niche of Killing Alpha/Titan dragons. Because if they get too big, thet are damaging to the social order + even the environment.

I don't honestly think it was just Grimmel, he's famous for Night Fury killing, but I believe it was a concentrated effort between ancient people who made the Dragon Eye + hunters + Vikings to kill off/manage Dragon Predators specifically.

You know. Like what we did with wolves.

That fallacy of killing wolves meaning more elk for humans to have + protecting livestock. And then the overpopulation of elk caused stripping of grass, difficulty for trees to grow, rivers degrading + other impacts. https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=KWblV23OeQc

So if you remove a predator from an environment, the prey will flourish. If there's no stress or hunting, that means that a dragon can be on its own and survive to massive scale. And if that dragon decides to continue hunting by itself or pressuring the other Dragons to hunt for it thanks to an Alpha or Titan call, it can intentionally or unintentionally force dragons to go into human territory to get food. Which causes more trouble for humans in the long run + a loss of life for Dragons.

Note that the Bewilderbeast that Valka befriended did not hunt in human areas - only attacked at Valka's command against trappers taking the flock.

If Night Furies were more plentiful, their social nature would insulate them against an Alpha command. And even the Deathgrippers have Venom that stops the command. They could drug other Dragons/each other out of the command. The Dragon predators would then take down the Alpha before it got too big or if it forced other Dragons out of the correct territory.

This prevents a situation like in HTTYD 1 where dragons can't fight back against the Red Death because of the Alpha call. It was only with Toothless + Hiccup teaming up to break the call.

So. Yeah. Humans and dragons have always been part of the ecosystem + affect it no matter what.

[lazlolullaby]

Rise of the Guardians

I was promised Russian Santa Claus teaming up with an Australian Easter rabbit, mute Sandman, hummingbird Tooth Fairy and basic projection slate Jack Frost.

The first scene was an underwater shot with moonlight shining down (and you find this out later) a drowned teenager.

"Darkness. That's the first thing I remember." In the sad, sweet tones of Chris Pine.

What the FUCK Peter Ramsey.

I can also recognize Guillermo del Toro had a hand in it, but What The Shit, DreamWorks.

what’s an opening scene or credits of a movie that will always stick with you?

[lazlolullaby]

Commander Walters, the man that you are...(Character analysis with Sonic Movie 3 spoilers)

...something doesn't add up with him. I'm going to go chronologically to analyze his actions.

SEVERE spoilers for Sonic the Hedgehog 3 + Shadow's backstory, general spoilers for the Sonic Movie Universe.

So. Captain Walters is 20-ish. He gets a job at a remote research base for GUN. Apparently he's been working with Gerald Robotnik enough that he knows about Maria on sight + defends her living in the base when she shows up. Because it keeps Gerald happy + working. (90% sure the working thing was mentioned in the novelization.)

and if pre-trauma Gerald is like a softer Ivo...was Walters like a more distant Agent Stone? A military companion keeping the Robotnik on a leash + handling the paperwork while the Genius did their thing? ...obligatory old man yaoi implications.

GUN decides to shut down the base with extreme violence. (there were no "lab accidents" or tension justifying a shut down in Shadow's memories...just a quick "we have to go!"

Captain Walters is seen chasing after the intruding GUN officers and trying to stop them hurting both Maria and Shadow, yelling "They're just kids!" and the other GUN officers ignoring him. somehow this doesn't get him fired.

But...if he actually cared about Shadow...why would he seal Shadow in stasis? We have no idea if Gerald was pronounced dead at the raid, but I think he was. It would make sense to put Shadow in stasis because the Robotniks - Maria who befriended him, and Gerald who could study and contain him - were both gone.

Then 50 years pass. Captain Walters gets promoted to Commander Walters. GUN is apparently shelved or put into intense secrecy. Walters gets a high ranking Military position either as a cover or as a liaison with GUN.

Ivo Robotnik grows up an orphan, gets into engineering, shows the same military promise as Gerald did. Ivo becomes "someone who doesn't exist". and wipes a country off the map.

Now we catch up to 2020. Sonic has his emotional outburst EMP. Walters has apparently been keeping an eye on Robotnik's work and recommends him to check it out.

...did Robotnik ever tell anyone Sonic was a hedgehog? Did Walters ever get any updates from Agent Stone about exactly what they were dealing with? because I would love to see the man reacting to a second hedgehog.

Walters shows up at the end of Movie 1 for a quick gag that after all the money that Robotnik spent making his drones. For all the damage they caused all across San Francisco and the world trying to catch Sonic...the Wachowskis get their names cleared + a $50 gift card. Which. is funny and a callback to Olive Garden, and it has the bonus of making the Military look like out of touch jerks. Which. phenomenal. keep it up writers.

With the added context of Movie 3: If Walters was able to catch on that Sonic's EMP was the same energy that they were studying on Shadow...do you think that Walters sent Robotnik to Sonic "just in case" it was another hedgehog like Shadow? and hoped Robotnik could contain the second one and maybe prove he could deal with the first one? that retroactively adds some depth.

Movie 2 has him behind the Hawaiian wedding. Trying to draw Sonic out of Green Hills to capture him. Which didn't even work because the only reason Sonic was there was because Knuckles and Robotnik showed up at his house and put him on the path to the Master Emerald.

...and then in Movie 2 Walters tells the Wachowskis that "GUN was created in response to threats like this" and the implication was that GUN was created in 2020 due to Sonic's EMP blast.

But when we look back, we've got the abandoned GUN base from the 70s, and the HUGE armored London base in Movie 3 in 2024. something like that does not get built in 2-4 years. So Walters basically fudged the truth to people he doesn't trust?

Makes sense. Cops lie. The Military lies all the time.

so he lets Sonic defeat Eggman in the end of Movie 2. And a promise not to mess with them.

so with movie 3, he sends Agent Rockwell with pertinent information. And Walters follows up with the meeting at the Chao Garden restaurant.

Did Walters not know Gerald made the Eclipse Cannon and just... decided to keep the first key out of sentimental value + strategy? Why make the Cannon at all? To get a weapon out of this mess?

...he dies after that but...he leaves a lot behind.

I guess it's chewy how in Movie 1, Commander Walters is a "lawful good?" antagonist, paints him as out of touch and uncooperative then a too little too late. Then Movie 2 he approves a whole honeypot operation to get Sonic caught. And Movie 3 he's a an ally-ish + gets this semi-sympathetic connection to Shadow?

...wonder how the writing room was for him.

Anyone can take these ideas for their fanfic/art/other works. I just request no AI is involved in making it. It's not your creation if you use AI. Flex your creative muscles, I believe in you.

[lazlolullaby]

mutant mayhem Leo x April is cool, actually

before mm hits theaters:

I love the concept of Leo having a crush. It's something that ties him to humans.

In broad strokes, Mikey always is social, Donnie loves their tech, Raph has Casey and his vigilante thing, etc.

Leo generally has his brothers or his Honor Code. He only gets involved with humans for other's sake. He's perfectly fine (ish) with being in the sewers. Leo is the only one out of his brothers that would take it in stride.

But making him attracted to April? Giving him a reason to go up to the surface? Mwah. Chefs kiss. Good drama. Who doesn't love the stoic leader get all goofy and blushing around someone he likes? Who doesn't love the inherent conflict of love vs duty?

I know the Fandom Loves Leo + Usagi, even creating a Rise! Variant because it's fun. 03 had some fun with Usagi too. And some comics had Leo + Foot assassin bird mutant, which is delicious.

plus we can always mock or ignore it if it's bad. Like Leo + Karai from 2012.

Tl;Dr: Leo's Turn on the Awkward Teenage Crush can only be good for him.